Bottle of Sadness

I put the bottles to my lips hoping to drown myself from the sadness.

Never realizing how toxic these bottles really are for me.

Drowning myself from the toxicity of you.

Mentally, Verbally, Emotionally. I try to rid you.

6 bottles later and there you are clear as day while I’m in a haze.

I drank these bottles to keep you away.

Here you are still haunting me in every way.

I tried so hard to keep drinking the bottles hoping to get farther and farther away.

Turns out, you can never find your escape.

You’re always there as a constant reminder of everything that haunts me in my life.

At the end of the bottle I look in disappointment as I look at the bottom.

Hoping to see the bottom of multiple bottles.

1,2,3, as I throw back the bottles with no issue.

4,5 my vision is hazy and my thoughts are a mess.

There you are still always there.

6. Six bottles is what it took for me to realize I didn’t need to submerge myself

Six bottle is what it took for me to realize that I didn’t need to drink my feelings away.

Six bottles deep and I can’t shake myself of this feeling.

I feel so numb, cold, and just in a new dimension.

You put me here and you haven’t spoken to me in over a month.

You’re constantly on my mind because I thought you were my everything I needed.

Little did I know I was what you needed.

The sixth bottle help me realize I didn’t need to be in another world.

It made me realize I can do it on my own.

The bottle of sadness is no more as I go and throw it away.

With the memories of you filled inside.

No longer causing me the pain and sadness that you created.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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